Novel & Cerita Our First Wife Swap

The Healer backed up instinctively, pressing himself against the wall. “So, let me get this straight,” I said, my voice low, tight. “You’re telling me my wife—” “Ex-wife—soon-to-be,” he corrected too quickly. I glared. “—my wife is pregnant, and you were careless enough to let someone swap out the evidence?” He swallowed. “I didn’t think—” "Clearly."

Damien walked into his home, loosening his ties as he did so. He was going to go into his room first but he decided against that and proceeded to his go to his wife's room and inform her about the honeymoon they would be going for. He got to her door and raised his hand up to knock on the door hesitantly. His hand landed on the door, knocking gently. "Good! Come in, come in" the voice of his wife ushered him into the room and he opened the door, stepping into the room. Immediately he saw her, his eyes blinked thrice. She was half naked in front of him, her lower body was covered in a blue skirt and her upper body.... It was covered in nothing, the white shirt that would have probably covered

I only wanted to wait until later to switch our identities back so I could protect your reputation. "It's all my fault. You can beat me or punish me however you like, but please don't say I stole anything." The Crown Prince immediately pulled her into his embrace and looked at me coldly. "Ms. Genevieve, since you were unwilling to marry me, why come here now to make a scene? Cordelia rescued you from an awkward situation. Instead of being grateful, you slander her? "I only recognize Cordelia as my wife today. Since we have exchanged vows, this is heaven's will."

Her eyes were lowered in embarrassment, unable to meet my gaze. However, she clasped my hands tightly, and she could not suppress her smile. Her answer was clear. There was no need for more words. I took her hand and turned toward the priest, who had been waiting patiently. With the blessings of the priests and our loved ones, we exchanged vows. Despite the twists and turns that we endured, our wedding was ultimately borne of genuine feelings for each other.

The butler who had arrived with the groom's party started pacing frantically when he realized that the bride had been swapped. "This is madness! Ms. Mayer, you've been engaged to Mr. Reeve for over a decade. Are you just going to stand by and watch him marry a widow who guts fish for a living?" I looked toward Tracie Mayer, my so-called fiancee, who was clinging to Everett Huffman's arm. The two of them wore matching couple outfits as they stood among the wedding party.

The man looks at Max, “We didn’t get any information on your wife for the auction. Lisa has a moment, if we hurry, we can get the form all filled out for the auctioneer to read.” Max puts an arm around my waist and kisses the side of my head before telling the man, “Mr. Brahm, I cannot auction off my wife. We have only been married for a few months and have yet to spend an evening apart. Perhaps next year.” “Nonsense, it is tradition. Besides, it is for a good cause,” The man replies. He signals to a woman speaking to another couple near us. “This is my wife, Lisa. Darling, this is Mrs. Sturgis,” He says.

She didn’t look back as she walked down the driveway, each step taking her further from the life she’d known. Her heart felt heavy, a painful ache echoing with every step, as if it knew what she was leaving behind could never be replaced. The morning after Sarah left the Miller farm, the headlines hit every major newspaper and news site across the country. As the story spread, it gained momentum, the intrigue of a wealthy family’s secret switch too salacious for the public to ignore. Soon, the news was everywhere, covered in bold, sensational headlines. Heiress Swap Shocks Society: The Caldwell Family Drama Unfolds.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

On the day of my wedding anniversary, I receive a strange photo from a friend back home. "Why is your wife working at a nightclub?" his message reads. In the photo he sent, my wife, Gwendolyn Shaw, is wearing a tight-fitting skirt. She looks utterly miserable as a group of men forces alcohol down her throat. I am the richest man in Shenton City. So why on earth is my wife entertaining men for money at a nightclub? Before I can question her about it, she sends me a selfie from a hospital checkup. "It's been three whole years since you left the country, honey. I miss you so much…" I stare at the photo in disbelief. My beautiful wife has shaved her head. Her skin is dry and sallow, and

"Annabel, Andreas, this is Liv, a childhood friend of mine and Ash…ley’s." I turned to Andreas and introduced him to Liv. "Liv, this is Andreas, my... husband, and my sister-in-law, Annabel." I could see the gears turning in Liv's head as she realized that I was still playing the wife swap charade. I knew she was fighting the urge to say something, to reveal the truth. But she managed to keep her composure. "It's a pleasure to meet you both," Liv said, her smile forced. I let out a breath of relief. I had managed to keep the secret for now.